Tag: memoirs
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August 08, 2007 09:46 AM EDT --
Written March 4, 2004
My mother’s mother (Nana) came to live with us when my father went to jail. I was seven. Nana had a house back in Peabody, but no means of support. Mum thought she could use . . .
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February 04, 2008 10:54 PM EST --
I have many special memories of my dad even though he died when I was twelve. He always made sure he had time to spend with my brother and me. One special memory I have is . . .
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September 27, 2009 09:07 PM EDT --
I was my parent’s last chance to have a son. After me there could be no more children. We lived on a dairy farm, and from as soon as I could walk well I dogged my father’s footsteps. I knew . . .
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August 26, 2008 09:48 AM EDT --
This is my mother-in-law's story, which I promised to write. It's a story about how governments decide to start wars, and people suffer for it. In this case, the government was Japan and the Japanese . . .
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January 10, 2007 05:09 PM EST --
The First Day of Kindergarden
I was screaming at the top of my lungs like I was being mauled by lions on that fateful day in 1984. It was my first day of Kindergarden, and I thought . . .
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August 22, 2007 10:26 AM EDT --
I hadn’t been living in Australia long before Tim and I started looking for a house to buy. I had never owned my own home, so I found it very exciting. That is, until we started looking. I thought . . .
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September 13, 2007 08:10 AM EDT --
My first memories of coffee are as a child. When I would ask my mother for coffee (to make me feel grown up), she would make "gray coffee" — a mixture of cream and sugar with a little coffee . . .
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February 18, 2009 09:16 PM EST --
I just recently finished the memoir "Running with Scissors" by Augusten Burroughs. A tragic tale of a young man who when he is twelve years old is turned over to his mother's shrink . . .
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March 03, 2009 02:11 PM EST --
"Oh look, there's a tattoo shop! You've been talking about getting your Navy dolphins tattooed on your forearm. Let's go in tonight after dinner," I eagerly . . .
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September 01, 2007 10:59 AM EDT --
It was late September. I had just returned from vacation when the phone call came. A friend and I had visited Seattle, then flown to Juneau to catch an 11-day cruise back to Seattle, stopping all along . . .
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September 04, 2007 03:46 AM EDT --
My family of origin ate lots of meat, and I never knew there could be a life without it until I was a teenager. One day my mother sent me to the store for groceries and on the way home the blood of a . . .
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September 04, 2007 10:09 AM EDT --
As I sit here in my living room, empty but for this one chair and small folding table at which I work, the words of that song keep running through my head. "Closing time. Time for you to go out . . .
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September 12, 2007 10:03 PM EDT --
Hi all!
I've been thinking about this for a few weeks now. Since we are getting all our stuff, a bit at a time, from the storage facility and de-junking so that we don't have to be paying . . .
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September 27, 2007 08:53 AM EDT --
Today is Rose's 50th birthday. She is in Rome GA to go the Southern Women Writers Conference at Berry College, where she will read one of her stories today. I thought I would take this opportunity . . .
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March 31, 2008 02:10 PM EDT --
The story revolves around politics and the intrigue that surrounds being part the behind the scenes goings on that happens when you are a known political figure. Taking place between England . . .
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August 03, 2008 09:52 AM EDT --
Today is the last service of Unitarian Uniersalist Congregation of Marietta (UUCM.) Then most of us move on to become part of Emerson. I've been mourning on here for a month, and today I just want . . .
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May 23, 2009 08:03 PM EDT --
Two brothers, two memoirs, two really unhappy childhoods (?).
The older brother had Asperger's syndrome but wasn't diagnosed until he was 40. He was out of the house when he was 16, and his younger . . .
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May 24, 2009 02:23 PM EDT --
There are nights when the black velvet sky observes the earth with its one great eye. Bright light of the full moon captures even the sand grains trapped in the motionless atmosphere. An old beggar . . .
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July 13, 2007 09:23 PM EDT --
My mother was an artist, so it came naturally to me.
I sketched, scribbled and dabbled in most every media throughout my life, but my favorite was acrylics. That would change.
A good friend, Zandra, . . .
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August 30, 2007 02:12 PM EDT --
As my due date approached, I was both elated and exhausted. Elated because, after three miscarriages (and five years), I was finally going to have the baby I wanted so badly. Exhausted because I was the . . .
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